{"id":3269,"date":"2020-11-17T01:53:26","date_gmt":"2020-11-17T01:53:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/suewoolfe.com.au\/pages\/?p=3269"},"modified":"2020-11-17T21:54:50","modified_gmt":"2020-11-17T21:54:50","slug":"day-235","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/suewoolfe.com.au\/pages\/day-235\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 235"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written 16 November, 2020.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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On my replacement birthday, \u00a0I wake to a more yellow light than usual. \u00a0Bright yellow is the heralding of a very hot day. \u00a0It’s predicted to be 39 degrees today. But at least we’ll be up the creek, always breezy, and we’ll be able to dive into the water.<\/p>\n

But nothing turns out to plan. Was anyone planning this pandemic? The end of certainty.<\/p>\n

GG hasn’t packed, indeed, hasn’t thought of anything to take. I sigh (noisily), get planning and packing. \u00a0Hard-boiled eggs , twists of salt, pesto and bread for lunch, and for morning tea, \u00a0little cakes that, before we left the city, Rosalie drove over especially to deliver for my birthday, as well as nuts, dates, water. A tin of tuna if we get stuck in the tides. GG shows he’s necessary by remembering the thermos, and boiling the water for it. I’d forgotten that detail! We set off, even with fishing lines, and not a fishing net, but a washing basket lives on the boat, the plastic sort with lots of holes.<\/p>\n

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It’s hard to find the entrance to the creek if you’re not in the know, even though at the start, its very wide.<\/p>\n

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I’m not in a birthday outfit but \u00a0at least GG’s shirt will keep the sun off.<\/p>\n

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The creek would be a perfect place for bank robbers. There’s local tales that say our creek was a hangout for highwaymen. So there’s treasure buried somewhere. And yet the creek is, at the start at least, very wide.<\/p>\n

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We turn left at a dramatic rock that over the years of our mistakes, has become a reliable landmark. Boulders like that don’t move. Usually. If it wasn’t there, we could go straight and be at one of the many dead ends.<\/p>\n

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Lots of trees are vines covered, but we don’t stop to examine the vines. This is the wrong boat, really, to go up the creek, because the bow is so high, it’s \u00a0almost impossible to get into from the water. You can jump off the side into the water, but getting back! You could miss the tide trying to clamber on board! Think of hauling yourself out of the council baths. This is far far worse.<\/p>\n

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Lots of little sandy beaches and coves. One is a National Parks camping spot, but you have to get here by boat. \u00a0From home, we occasionally see teams of kayakers on the way to here.<\/p>\n

We stopped for morning tea and birthday cake, and in the sudden peace from the motor, swung on the anchor I threw in.<\/p>\n